To end the year right, I set out on a four day hut-to-hut skiing journey in Monts-Valin National Park, Quebec, Canada. I really wasn't sure what to expect. I've never done anything like this and was a little apprehensive about potential hypothermia and ski injuries in the backcountry. Luckily, I had seven really positive, fearless adventurers to help push me through. The first two days proved to be challenging. Our friend fell ill with a fever, both of my ski poles snapped in two, we clawed our way up intense hills, and hiked in the dark with only the light from our headlamps to show us the way. Spirits were low as we thought we might have to turn back on the third day. Fortunately, our friend made a full recovery and a park ranger was kind enough to bring us new equipment. With everyone in good health and my broken ski poles replaced, the crew's morale was at a high for the last two days. We slid down hills, wrote notes in fresh powder, caught snowflakes on our tongues, and stood atop the frozen lake pictured below in awe of the peaks we had just descended from. All was right in our little world.